"Someone puked in the heater vent, so we're changing
classrooms?" Walk whispers to Matteo. "How many classrooms they have here,
anyway? Couldn't they just clean the vent?"
"Yeah, Burrito Boy . . . ," a hot blond girl tells Matteo, but
Walk doesn't catch the rest of what she says. Whatever it was must have been
bad, because Matteo's eyes go dead like he's climbed right out of his face.
"What?" Walk asks, but Matteo doesn't answer. His nostrils
flare. He keeps his mouth closed.
After class Walk tries again. "What did that girl say to you?"
"The blond sitting across from you."
"Nothing." Matteo zips up his organizer, with all the pencils
pointing the same way.
"What's her name?"
"Brianna Hanna-Hines. Her dad made a billion bucks writing a
book, Women Are Toads. Men Are Toadstools."
"Women Are Toads. Men Are Toadstools?" Walk whispers.
"Uh-huh. And the auditorium is called the Hanna-Hines
Performing Arts Building. Brianna Hanna-Hines. Starting to make sense to
"Her parents are loaded. But what she say to
you make you look so . . ."
"Make me look so what?" Matteo glares at Walk.
"Like . . ." Walk sucks in his breath. "Never mind, man. Never
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